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the terriers out four days during the month, there 

 was no quarry left in the streams. I then said 

 good-bye to the old country, for that fine sports- 

 man, Mr Courtenay Tracy, took possession of it 

 the following year. He has hunted it ever since 

 with a pack of hounds, consisting of a few couple 

 of pure otter-hounds, some foxhounds, and others 

 a cross between the two, which he prefers to 

 the pure -bred ones for the sport. The hounds 

 work well together and have a grand cry, and it 

 is very pretty to watch them running the trail by 

 the side of the river on a bright spring morning, 

 while the banks resound with their music as they 

 throw their tongues the whole time. Mr Tracy 

 shows capital sport, and is ably assisted by Mr 

 Twynam. No day seems too long for them, and 

 the distances they cover are often quite astounding. 

 I have had some rare fun with them ; and when 

 in this neighbourhood they have many people 

 out, those two enthusiastic otter-hunters, the Rev. 

 J. Brymer and Mr C. Phelips, being seldom absent 

 from the field. 



